milliways_bar | Aug. 10th, 2006

Aug. 10th, 2006

scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com

OOM: After the storm, comes rescue. Whether it's entirely welcome or not.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells slipped outside two hours before sundown, just to be on the safe side. The woods provide a fair place to lurk, if he just shuts out how damned familiar they look. Even two years down the line, the memories of the Highlands are strong. Tonight, though, he's got a mission on his mind. So long as he neither grows hungry nor gets hurt, he should have enough control to pursue it.

Somewhere in this forest is something that smells of quite a lot of tofu. Tonight, the werewolf is going to find out what the hell it actually is.

prydeful

[oom: And this is what the sailors say, stars blessed for having met you, stars crossed for taking you away. Two people can want the same thing. That doesn't mean they get it.]

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Anniversary. Millitimed to Sunday, August 6.]

ironside-pixie.livejournal.com

[OOM: Kaye wakes from a fragmented nightmare to find him waiting.]

Current Mood: crushed

wits-intact.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways:
Sometimes affairs can last forever. Sometimes only minutes.

(Contains implied murder.)

tibetanmethod

[Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

Dale Cooper is dreaming again. Bringing in consultants -- one for his dreams, and one for his encounter with the crow girls, some days ago -- doesn't do much to clarify matters.]

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM:

White Plains: Epilogue

Uno

Dos

Tres

no-exile.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM:

White Plains, 2010: Coda

Being a piece of possible future history, for the sake of ~~an ending~~ a resolution.]

the_lioness

[OOM: Some mornings, you just have to be alone. Or almost alone, as the case may be.]

prydeful

[OOM: Nothing stays hidden for long. But it might not matter, anyway.]

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

Mercutio, at a table with some breakfast. Mmmm bacon.

me-phistopheles.livejournal.com

Mephistopheles is sipping wine out of a bottle. Today, he refuses to use a glass. He likes to hide in his corner booth and watch people do their business. He has been doing this his whole career as the devil. But, maybe you can intrigue him today.

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

[OOM: On a deserted planet in the middle of nowhere, there is a ship named the Ebon Hawk. Some nightmares come true, and the Exile leads yet another to their death. Or so she will later feel. Rated B for blood and D for death.]

geeky-agent.livejournal.com

[OOM: Richard Sharpe, Chase Edmunds, Behrooz Araz, Chris Chappelle and Tony Almeida meet up in a remote part of China to rescue Jack Bauer.

Miles away, in front of their computer screens, Michelle Dessler and Chloe O'Brian watch, wait and worry.]

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM: March 16, 2012 - Jack goes to the one place his captors can't touch him. Warning for disturbing content.]

not_that_spike

It feels like nearly forever since that night when they came down here for soggy corn flakes and chocolate martinis and shrimp and rice. Spike's under no illusion that the exact same thing will happen again, mostly because there's no way in hell Beth's going to use that bar bathroom.

Not unless he goes with her.

He's still without his blue jacket, but hell, it's just a piece of clothing, and when all is said and done, it's about the least important piece of the equation. He can probably ask Bar for a duplicate if he really wants; that's easier than risking going back to Outpost 12, even if the door would open for him: he hasn't tried it once since Beth got back. No need: she's here. There's nothing he wants out there.

They make an odd pair tonight: one tall skinny green-haired guy and his very pregnant blonde angel of a woman, but being odd's never bothered him. Tonight, they won't be sitting in that booth in the far corner of the bar and it's not because he's superstitious; it's because he's practical. The usual table by the fire is closer to the stairs leading up to their room, and the less Beth has to waddle around, the easier it is on her back. Plus, that couch is nearby, and the fire, and the rats know to come by and take their order here. It's better for his ribs and leg if he doesn't go running around the place either. Still, it's time to try to reclaim whatever it is that passes for normal around this place. They only have about a month, after all, until Junior makes her first appearance.

After pulling out the chair for Beth, Spike takes his own seat and reaches for her hand. "Hey." His voice is soft, but his eyes have a little sparkle to them. "Want some?"

colour_girl

Iris is in the bar, claiming one of the couches as her own. Sitting next to her are two small stacks of books. She's currently flipping through a little red book, making occasional noises of agreement or disagreement.

awesome_lilly

Indy and Veronica did Happy Hour together last week. Indy's heard about it ever since, from a deeply (if perhaps a bit theatrically) wounded Lilly. His protest of "but Princess, I've been asking ya to do Happy Hour for ages and you've always said it sounded like too much work" fell on deaf ears, but eventually he figured out how to make it up to her.

Lilly's getting her own Happy Hour. She's behind the bar, chalking up the specials list with a serious look on her face. There's not much that Lilly takes seriously, but alcohol is on the list.

That's why the specials are mostly shots.

Three Stages of Friendship
Virgin Whore
Sweet Flower

She smiles triumphantly up at the board celebrating a few of her favorite things. The liquor bottles are within easy reach. The shot glasses have been washed and lined up. Her skirt is shorter than her apron. This is as close to ready as it gets.

"What up, Milliways? Who wants a drink?"

inquisitivehero

[OOM: As things go to hell, Hank works... But that doesn't last long. When the going gets tough, and their own are threatened, 4 old friends take a stand.]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is sitting near the infirmary, looking at a page in the Holby Gazette with some interest. He's attempting to eat dinner at the same time, a ham and cheese baguette hovering in his hand whilst he reads the paper.

prydeful

You know what Kitty is, when she walks in?

Still pissed.

Which is why the bag is dropped on a booth a little roughly, even with Lockheed in it, and why she's scowling, and why she orders a very large beer and grimly starts making her way through it.

http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/

A few minutes after these events, the following note is placed on the note board in Lyrae's stately handwriting:

( A Lengthy Notice about Behrooz )

A short description of Lyrae followed. She could be found if someone was determined.

never-mourned.livejournal.com

There's a--well.

She's not a mother, in her opinion, even if she has a son.

Never a wife, thank any god you wish, though she won't believe in them.

Not a daughter anymore, with mother and father gone.

She might be a sister, but her surviving sibling and her relationship is more or less nonexistent.

Let's go with tradition, then; there's a witch in the bar.

She's come out, for once.

Sooner or later, you have to.

shufti

Shufti is sitting by the fire, sleeping baby resting his head on her shoulder.

Jack is sucking his thumb and dribbling slightly on her top.

gone_byebye

[OOM: Out on Long Island, Ray's sister is having one heck of a headache. Ray is not the easiest man in the world to have for a brother.]

The door opens and Ray ducks in, whistling to himself. It's been a good day. "Bar?" he says. "Manhattan Special and the items on page four hundred thirty-two of the Abra Electronics catalog?"

A glass of black soda with light brown foam materializes, as do quite a lot of boxes, plastic packets, and loose bits of wire. Ray gathers them up on a tray and heads for a brightly lit table.

"Thank you, Bar. I appreciate it."

e_delmar

Ennis' still here.

Strange, sleeping back here after so long. Without-

Strange.

But he's there, he's got a drink in his hand, and if he ain't got a smile on his face, he ain't so much got a frown, either.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela is watching the door. She sometimes focuses on her plate, but for the most part, she's watching the door. She'd seen Behrooz come back and stayed out of the way as Lyrae healed him.

She knew he was okay.

But she didn't know about her dad, or Chris, or her grampa, or Tony...

Underneath the haze of worry, Angela is very, very, very tired.

scapepig

Snowball is outside, pruning a slightly overgrown bush with his teeth. He snaps the twigs off neatly, putting them into a small pile.

After a while he stops and pushes at his mouth with his trotter, having got a sharp piece of stick between his teeth.

river_meimei

[OOM: Outside, River and Ennis discuss trees and birthdays, and it's all rather adorable. Set this afternoon.]

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

It's been a relatively quiet week in Atlantis-which means Sheppard isn't too annoyed to find himself walking into the bar instead of his room. After all, coming in now means he isn't being interrupted in the middle of trying to stop the disaster of the week. Sheppard makes his way to a booth and orders a beer from a waitrat, then settles in to do some relaxing.

not-only-wisdom.livejournal.com

[OOM: In which Nynaeve attempts to reenact The Great Escape without having seen the movie, and Moiraine is almost forthcoming.]

(Millitimed to Sunday)

explorertruman.livejournal.com

Truman came into the bar from out back, busy going over a new entry in his Guide. A planet with sentient creatures who liked being sat on, and who also made some very good lemonade. The carniverous plant life was a bit scary though. Good thing that cruiser happened by. Still, he was getting to like this hitchhiking business.

He glanced at the Front Door. No, probably more people waiting to pounce on him. Sylvia, hopefully, got away at least. If there was just some way for her to come in here.

He headed over to sit at the Bar.

"Hi, how about you surprise me with something tonight? Something edible and tasty?"

The drink that came up seemed blue, with purple swirls, and faint puffs of steam at the top, yet it was ice cold. And the dish was a riot of colors, tentacles or noodles, rice, some large fleshy fruits, and something that looked and tasted very much like a cream puff, yet entirely organic, and not actually baked.

uncommongardenr.livejournal.com

Dickon stops by the garden at Milliways often enough, but it's been entirely too long since he spent any time in the bar proper.

So here's here this evening, settled at a table with a cup of tea and a scone.

kitchen_maid

[OOM: Millitimed about two weeks ago, vaguely, Caspian visits Phantasmorania, has a tour, and meets his sister's parents. Rated C for Cute and W for gratuitous Wilde reference.]

mortisbelle.livejournal.com

Outside, by the lake...

A medieval lady is relaxing after a swim....

For the benefit of some and the disappointment of others, she is wearing a bikini.

fighting_mad

[OOM: After a slightly disastrous interruption, Aeryn and Plourr argue and then wind up in a familiar place (with warnings for some violence and for a strategically-placed fade on adult situation).

There is a morning after, complete with alcohol and similar warnings.]

gramarye1971

There's no fire burning in the fireplace at the moment, but there's enough light to see by nonetheless. So Merriman has claimed an armchair near to the fireplace and placed a tea set on a low table beside it.

No book, this evening. Instead, he appears to be engaged in a minor but necessary bit of domestic repairwork, involving a common article of unisex footwear.

In other words, he's busy darning a pair of socks.

realmrsreynolds

It's been a long sort of day, back at the ranch. Taxes are due, and Sallie's having to wait to chase down a stud fee from a delinquent customer.

It's possible she came to Milliways to ponder on the efficiency of cattle prods taken to humans.

They're always the ones likely to stray.

In the meantime, she's sitting at a chair in front of a low table. Someone's procured a Chinese Checkers board, and she's playing against herself.

mercurialist

Gum-chewing. Man. What a disgusting habit.

And obnoxious, too, if you start cracking it loudly.

Is it any wonder Mercer's sprawled on a couch with both hands behind his head, gleefully chomping away on a wad of Doublemint?

Yeah, we didn't think so either.

owendavies.livejournal.com

"There has been nothing odd going on there at all, lately," said Bran earlier this evening.

"That is unusual, isn't it?" said his da.

"Yes, unfortunately," answered Bran. "Would you like to come along with me tonight?"

***

Therefore, Owen and Bran Davies are sitting together at a side table with a pot of tea.

the_antiangst

Dead twentysomething drag queen inna bar, with nearly-finished sewing project.
Last chance to catch him before the weekend.

holy-oats.livejournal.com

[OOM: Back in the spring, before Blodwen's power was broken, some of you may remember that Oats and Mary had something of a disagreement over whether or not certain parties (read: Mary and Oats) were capable of defending themselves against the Dark.

But here's the part you DIDN'T know:

To distract Mary, Oats then told her the Omnian version of Cinderella, which was comparatively more agreeable.

Because sometimes you just need to kick up your heels, throw on your best hair shirt, and have a ball.

Millitimed to the 20th of May.]

blue_eyed_lord

The door to the lake area opens, letting in a light sprinkling of summer raindrops and one Great Lord of the Dark. The presence of one of these things might be palpable to some.

The Black Rider strides across the room and to the Bar, where wine is retrieved, and then he finds a table. His lightweight jacket, black, is removed and hung on the back of his chair before he sits.

He looks thoughtful, tonight, and that is rarely a good sign.

Him being about at all is rarely a good sign.

nita_callahan

At some point, the couch by the fire acquired a teenage wizard. Her head's propped up on the arm, the better to read her manual. The section on weather management has gotten thicker, within the last day or two, and her mind's a little awhirl with pressure fronts and temperature variation.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

The door swings open, and two figures stumble through, one almost carrying the other into the bar.

Sharpe's clothes and sword are covered in blood, and Behrooz is barely conscious, leaning on him. The younger man is bleeding heavily, from a rather nasty bullet wound to the gut.

They could probably use some help.

[ooc: healer OOCly pre-arranged, but otherwise entirely un-plotlocked. Have at!]

agirllost

[Pre-Milliways: Kim gets lost in a dream and Moiraine helps her - complete with WoT exposition and time spent in the Dreaming.]

After a quick change and shower, Kim comes downstairs, very happy to be back. She's missed Milliways and hopefully she'll be able to find Chase and explain where she's been the last few - well she can't have been gone that long.

Poor girl has no idea exactly how much she's missed.

kurosakiboy.livejournal.com

Once Ichigo has been let out of his cell, after two long weeks of being stuck alone in a little room with a demon in his head, he leaves the bar right away. It's to be expected, of course. He's had nothing but terrible luck in this place lately.

What might surprise someone would be the fact that, not five minutes later, he comes back. This time he's got a few possessions with him. Clothes stuffed hurriedly into a bag, his guitar, stuff like that. He heads for the bar, asks for a room key, and vanishes upstairs. A few short minutes later, without his extra stuff, the teenager returns and heads for a booth, slumping there.

There. Done. He's cut ties to home, for now. No going back, no risk of becoming a danger to those he loves. Resting his head on his arms and slouching over the table, Ichigo lets out a weary sigh.

He really, really hates himself right about now.

river_meimei

[OOM: Yesterday was River's birthday. So the crew celebrated it during the day, with a special present from Mal, and then there was an after-dinner excursion to the parents' house for more festivities. And then, at the very end of the day, two surprise visitors of the Endless variety. Note: last OOM is still in progress.]